Title: Unexpected

Rating: FRT

Pairing: HotchxReid

Summary: The thing Hotch expected least was his own reaction.

Aaron hadn't expected much from a night out with the team. A few drinks, a laugh and much needed relaxation. What he hadn't foreseen was Morgan suggesting a drinking game involving modern pop culture references. He hadn't anticipated Reid losing and becoming extremely inebriated; though given the trivia topic, he probably should have. He certainly hadn't planned on his friendly gesture of driving Reid home to be followed by being roughly shoved up against his car the moment they were alone and kissed passionately.

There was no way he could ever have anticipated that.

But the biggest surprise of the night was the white hot surge of arousal that shot through him when Reid's lean body pressed against his and the feel his soft lips. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around the slim waist and pulled him even closer, deepening the kiss. He felt Reid's tongue press against his mouth and willingly parted his lips. When their tongues met and moved slowly, hotly, Reid moaned throatily.

The admittedly delicious sound was enough to pull Aaron from the heat enveloping him and remind him that he was currently taking advantage of his subordinate. No, his friend.

Tearing his mouth away with a gasp, shivering when Spencer whimpered in protest, Aaron breathed, "Reid. Stop."

Rather than stopping, Reid stroked his hands slowly down Aaron's chest, working them beneath his suit jacket and whispered, "I know you want me. I can feel it." Before pressing his thigh against Aaron's erection; proving his point.

Closing his eyes and holding back a groan, Aaron didn't pull away as he said, "I do. I do, but … you're drunk." He hated how incincere his protestations sounded, he should be more appaled by his desire.

Reid was biting down his neck, moving his thigh against Aaron's clothed cock and drawing embarrassing moans from him. "I'm not as drunk as you think."

Oh dear god how Aaron wanted to believe that. He felt a need to take the agent at his word, take him back to his apartment and throw him down onto his bed ….

"No. Stop." Aaron said firmly. The image of Reid in his bed had turned to a more realistic image of the genius sprawled, barely conscious on his mattress; helpless to deny what Aaron was about to do. That was enough to make him sick with himself.

Reid must have noted the tone because he finally moved away. He looked almost hurt as he mumbled, "I really do want you."

Aaron, feeling terrible on many levels, reached out to tame some of the longer strands of his hair that had blown astray, "I know. I want you too, but I want you. Sober." He moderated his tone, careful not ensure the drunk man he wasn't judging him.

Reid nodded, and then swayed as though the action had thrown his world off. "I'm really tired." His voice was soft, small. Aaron knew he'd made the right decision. Any other, pre-existing feelings notwithstanding, would have ruined their friendship.

Moving forward and taking the man in his arms, entirely platonically, Aaron whispered soothingly, "Come on. Let's get you home."